Handbook Recently Deceased Novels & Stories

And it turned out to be about the GK Group. “The Phoenix City has encountered a great loss, the death of a man who has made immense contributions to the city's economy. As the Old Master and Matriarch of the Harrisons Empire is buried tomorrow, we all wish him everlasting peace and happiness in the other world. Our heartfelt condolences go to his family, especially his grandson, Lucas Harrison.” Heidi's hand stopped with the remote. Feeling the flood of emotions rushing up her chest, she took in a deep breath to prevent her tears from falling.

I said, Nathan and Jasral also looked at me. They seem to be right, I can't find any information here either, hays. "I thought that he is now living happily and has a wife and child, but I just found out that he has been dead for 8 years." She said and suddenly stood up from the seat and then looked at the woman who was walking towards us earlier. "Viviane, Zak dead." Ate Aelin said and Viviane was also surprised by what she said. "Zak is dead?! Why didn't the news reach us?" Viviane said and she approached Ate Aelin, and put down the new tray of drinks and food on the table.

Harold whispered to himself as his lips parted, wider than before, to speak. “He's dead.” The man didn't blink. It was like he hadn't heard what he was told or didn't believe it. The last option seemed to be what it was. He chuckled. “I didn't get what you said.” Harold's heart began to pound fast. There was no turning back at this point. He had to tell them about Dr. Giovanni and prepare Francis and professor Ericson's death. He urged himself to speak. “Dr. Peyton Giovanni,” Harold started, “the Vice Chancellor of Golden Lake University, is dead.”

Development specialists. Financial regulators. Each had attended the International Forum on Ethical Governance and Institutional Accountability thirty-four years earlier. Amara looked over his shoulder. "How many are still alive?" Nathan began searching public records. The room fell silent except for the rapid tapping of his keyboard. Several minutes later, he looked up. "Thirty-one." Samuel raised an eyebrow. "That's better than I expected." Nathan wasn't smiling. "Not really." He highlighted another column. "Nine are confirmed deceased." "Eight have no recent public record."

Sarah watched the screens. “You’re deleting everything?” Sam responded. “Correct.” Records began vanishing. Bank archives. Corporate filings. Travel records. Even government surveillance logs. Sam continued. “John Edison is now officially deceased in all major international databases.” John leaned back in the chair. “So I’m really gone.” Sam confirmed. “Yes.” “For the moment… you no longer exist.” ⸻ Meanwhile — The Consortium Inside the dark meeting chamber of the Consortium, the five leaders studied their latest intelligence reports. Dennis Rothchild frowned.

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With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

The Zenith craft was a sliver of obsidian against the bruised purple of the dawn, a ghost of the old world rising from the grave of the new. I stood on the balcony of the Foundry, the cold wind of the industrial sector whipping my hair into my eyes, clutching Xander’s note until the paper crinkled and tore. THE AUDIT CONTINUES. The handwriting was a ghost. My father, Silas Vance, had been dead—or so the ledgers said—for years. But in the world of the Twelve, death was often just a strategic relocation.

I was three months along and had planned to tell Simon during the marking ceremony, but it seemed impossible now. Three nights ago, I died with my pup. The bathroom in that old estate had long been abandoned. Water, electricity—everything was cut off. When I was locked in, the faucet valve broke and started leaking water. At first, I tried to fix it, but the liquid burned my hands and began to rot my skin. That was when I realized that it wasn't normal water. It was mixed with silver nitrate. As an Omega, I didn't have the ability to self-heal. The silver ate through me faster than I could imagine. I pounded on the door, screaming for help.

On that day, Mom lay over me and cried bitterly. The nurse took pity on her and tried to comfort her. No one suspected that they were the ones who had killed me, bloodlessly. To the outsiders, they were such a good family. It was only after I died that I finally got the love and care that I'd wished for my whole life. "What does Yvette like to eat?" Dad asked blankly. There was a pile of snacks beside my urn, the kind that they never allowed me to eat when I was alive. There was also a lot of delicious food, including Yvonne's favorite shrimp cocktail.